The greyness looming on the horizon does not bother me. I just carry my glow to another zone. The clouds will come and go, and display their unusual shapes against different backgrounds. Nature and destiny have set certain rules. Everybody deserves to have their time, and their downtime, without threatening the presence of another. The … Continue reading Quiet Confidence
I listened, I whispered to the winds. They heard, but did they really grasp? Did they internalize, or just moved on? The clouds blowing them away, Choosing to shake hands, not to clasp. This is part of an yet unpublished poem titled 'Intuition' Linked to 'In Other Words - Wind' at Patricia's Place https://patriciasplace.me/
The theme words 'Light and Dark' are not used in the piece at all, but run through the entire composition. The 'first person plural' is used, keeping with the theme of duality. The title and cover picture are integral parts of the piece, and complete the message. We do not co-exist, but cannot exist without … Continue reading LIGHT AND DARK
Sycophants are altruistic people, they manage to stoke egos and float people in bubbles of vanity. They give others a reason to live which some so sorely missed, and inflate their emptiness into a liveable space reflecting narcissist beauty. They propagate smart business models…. (44 words)
Recurring events are renewals of the old How can spring be fresh? The singe-ing summer will thaw while the Tropics celebrate. Tanka inspired by Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge
Think she cannot sink? Thoughts of love keep her afloat Winds mock her vision The fog blinds her to the conspiring pricks in faith. For Photo Challenge #157 https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/03/21/photo-challenge-157/
The grey veil creates a haze on clarity of vision. The sun will soon shine through Hope springs eternal. Shadorma for Saturday Mix - March 25 https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/03/25/saturday-mix-march-25-2017-bastet/
The evening light warms the artist’s empty heart and molten colors stroke the canvas with a brush to paint grass multi-color. Tanka inspired by Sue Vincent's #writephoto prompt https://scvincent.com/2017/03/23/thursday-photo-prompt-empty-writephoto/
Life is a cruel joke played upon us by the maker. We are sent unprepared and unarmed. There is no briefing or debriefing, before or after the mission. You come, you stay, you conquer. Or you come, you cry, you lose. The gate at the end looks the same from here. Do we know what … Continue reading Unsupervised
Extracted piece This bald year, this cold day in the wind. Noon hurts her eyes. The torn awkwardness. the mind goes round. there’s a center but never any certainty. Malleable moment. breathing in a spring. Experience. the Maiden’s Death. This is different from what I usually write. But I wanted to change the dark … Continue reading The Loss of Virginity
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